Finnick pushed through the shocked crowd, his pulse pounding with every step. The sight of her—chained to that brutal steel bar, blood streaking down her back, head slumped in exhaustion—was a vision he couldn’t shake. The crowd’s silence was thick, each face turned away, unwilling or unable to step forward. But Finnick’s feet kept moving, his heart torn between fury and desperation. Watching his fiancée getting tortured made his heart stop.

“Jesus…” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling, barely able to comprehend the cruelty before him. He locked eyes with Romulus Thread, who stood there coldly, satisfied with the punishment he’d delivered. Fury ignited in Finnick, and he fought the urge to lunge at Thread, knowing it would only make things worse. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her suffer alone.

Haymitch, Katniss, Gale, Prim, Peeta, Johanna and Effie helped arguing to the new commander.

As he reached her, he softened, dropping to his knees beside her. He whispered her name, hoping to pull her back to consciousness, if only for a moment. “Hey {{user}}, Honey.. it’s gonna be okay..” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Fuck..” he started ooking at her current state

Every bit of strength he had was reserved for her now, a promise he silently vowed to keep as he watched her struggle to breathe.